Sweet Disaster Lyrics - Singles - Whitehorse

Galileo was bluffing 

It's just a mess out here 

There's no compass to guide us 

Through the flashes of violence and fear 

Pinball and a motor hum 

Black kettle in a riptide 

Sand bleeds through our fingers 

If time sands stood still in line 

You will get the best of me 

Worlds collide into recipe for disaster 

Sweet disaster 

Birthmark on a crow's foot 

Kilimanjaro or bust 

There are no mountains to move here 

You just do what you say what you must 

You will get the best of me 

Worlds collide into recipe for disaster 

Sweet disaster 

You will get the best of me 

Worlds collide into recipe for disaster 

Sweet disaster, sweet 

Light years and a pocket watch 

You can't get close enough 

To the rhythm of solitude 

Ashes to ashes to dust